Beauty

Why can't we all have blank faces... blank us... blank everything? Then people wouldn't have to worry about whether or not they are beautiful or beautiful enough. Everyone would just capture one's beauty through their personality.

I understand that God gave us a physical appearance so that He could reveal unique-ness and a beauty that no one else has. I just wish that everyone would always feel beautiful, but not the feeling beautiful that causes one to be conceited. It would be the beautiful feeling of always being assured that God thinks you're beautiful and that's all that matters. Satan has his ways of making us feel like we're nothing and the ugliest things on earth. What a poopface! With all of the conformity going on around the world of how the "perfect" girl is suppose to look like, it causes us girls to feel like we'll never measure up. Let's push the stupid world aside and just remember that the world's views stink and that God's views count! I know what it is like to feel like you aren't beautiful enough or beautiful at all... it's just hard to make that extra leap and come to the realization that we all have our own unique beauty thanks to our Awesome Creator. It's time to stop comparing and know that there is only one of you.

Sadly, most of this stuff is easier said than done. Admitting how Satan can have ahold in your life in these aspects is the first step. The rest is up to you and completely surrenduring it all to God. That's hard too, and I'm not saying it will completely go away, but seeking God first instead of the values of the world is important.

I'm not looking for people to shower me with words of how I'm beautiful and how I shouldn't be saying that I'm not. I'm just looking to share how I feel and hammer it into my head and your head that God thinks that I/you are beautiful. God thinks that I am beautiful. God thinks that you are beautiful. That's all that really counts.

Psalm 139

13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!